In an instant, thousands of ghost cultivators rushed out and quickly merged into the army of monsters, causing a great impact on the three sects of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism.
The characteristics of these ghost cultivators are so obvious that one can confirm their origins just by looking at them, not to mention that many of them are so similar to the ghost king I saw not long ago.
There is no doubt that with the sudden intervention of the ghost world, the monks of the three sects, who were somewhat caught off guard by the Demon Emperor's surprise attack, faced even greater pressure. For a time, they were in chaos, and there were even scenes of defeat in some places.
The situation is extremely critical!
Watching this scene made me anxious. Even though I knew it all happened in the past, I still felt inexplicably worried.
After this short observation, I have discovered that these pictures are the memories of the Demon King's invasion in the past. Although I don't know how Tan Shui did all this, it does not prevent me from peeking into more secrets that have disappeared in history.
As for what happened after the defense line collapsed as I just saw, I don't know, because the picture in front of me is not coherent, but violently beating.
For example, what appears in front of me now is the scene where the Demon King angrily throws the Ten Thousand Beasts Book that I have seen before, but it is recorded more clearly than the fragments of the Ten Thousand Beast Book.
This time, I actually saw the Demon King himself!
What I never expected was that the image of the Demon Emperor, which I had subconsciously assumed to be tall, thick, and majestic, was instantly shattered, and was replaced by a stunning woman with a slim figure.
It's so pitiful that there are such beauties in the world!
In her body, it seems that all the beauty of creation that God can bestow is gathered together. Every frown and every smile makes the mountains and rivers eclipse, and the sun and the moon lose their light. Every move and every move is in line with the great way of heaven and earth, blending into the most beautiful thing in the world!
I exhausted my memories in both the real world and the dream world, but I couldn't find any words to describe her beauty.
It seems that all the words that can be said in the world are full of flaws, inadequate, and unworthy to describe her beauty.
As long as you open your mouth, it's wrong!
Even if I use the most beautiful words to carefully consider, slowly figure out, and form a meticulous classic specifically to praise her, there are still many flaws, too many loopholes, and it is difficult to be self-consistent!
What the Demon Emperor possesses is that kind of indescribable beauty, or in other words, her beauty is part of the Taoist charm. It can only be felt with the heart, but cannot be expressed.
Just like the truly successful teachings of various sects and sects, they are all copied from a corner of the way of heaven. They can only be understood but cannot be explained in words!
Therefore, the human classics are flawed, even if they are only used to praise the beauty of the Demon Emperor, they are insufficient, let alone record those true insights of the Great Dao.
The absolutely beautiful Demon King, every part of his figure is consistent with the way of heaven, and every movement represents the will of heaven. He is beautiful, but extremely powerful.
It was like she had just thrown out the Ten Thousand Beasts Spectrum. It was obviously a light movement, but it gave people a feeling that the sky was about to fall. She couldn't help but tremble and thought of quitting.
Just like she is now, obviously in the middle of a fierce battle, her expressions and movements are all natural and freehand, as if she is dressing up in a boudoir, her manners are graceful, and her expression is leisurely.
Just an inadvertent look up is enough to encompass everything in the world, interpret the reincarnation of life, seize everyone's attention, and make the world lose its color.
Even after an eternity, just looking at the memory fragments recorded in the pool in front of me, I felt a pounding heartbeat, feeling that I no longer had any secrets in front of her, all over my body, inside and outside.
It's a flaw.
It seems that as long as she wants me to die, just one look is enough, and I will commit suicide because of it, without her taking any action personally!
What happened in the picture was indeed true, but it was even more tragic than I imagined.
Those who looked at her did not commit suicide. Instead, they raised their swords and stabbed the people around them with unusual ferocity. It was as if these people were not fellow disciples who practiced together on weekdays, but the most vicious and evil people in the world.
The same existence!
But I couldn't see any traces of resistance or struggle on these controlled monks. Their expressions were so serious, their slashing and stabbing movements were so natural, everything was so harmonious, but it made people feel deep in their hearts.
There was a rush of cold air.
Such a demon emperor, I can't imagine anyone else in the world who can defeat her, let alone how she was sealed back then!
The scene changed again. This time, the Demon King's face was a little pale, his breathing was a little hurried, and there was even a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
It's obvious she's hurt!
When I saw this scene, I felt like an inexplicable fire was burning in my heart. I kept asking such a demon emperor, who can hurt her? Who dares to hurt her? Who can bear to hurt her?
At that moment, I didn't think that she was the one who led the endless army of monsters to invade the human world, causing devastation and devastation for thousands of miles.
The Demon King in the picture gently stretched out a finger, and a gourd floating at the end of the finger whispered something.
When I finally saw the face of this gourd clearly, I was so shocked that the delusions that had suddenly arisen just now dissipated a bit.
So similar, so similar, so similar!
How could I not recognize this gourd? I had already seen it when I first came to Qitian Academy, and in the following years I drank the wine brewed in it more than once.
As the Demon Emperor murmured, the gourd at her fingertips suddenly turned into a small human being. Who else could it be if it wasn't Dewey?
Except for being too small in stature, the little man in the picture is almost exactly the same as the Dewey next to me, especially the look of the gourd on his head, which is very fitting.
I don't know what the Demon Emperor said to him, but "Dewey" bowed to the Demon Emperor, suddenly took out a small flag, turned around and waved it.
Then, another portal emitting dazzling light appeared out of thin air...
It's a pity that this picture is disconnected here, so I have no idea what happened next, let alone what the portal with endless light represents.
But what I want to know more is, what is the relationship between the "Dewey" in the picture and the Dewey next to me? Why do they look so similar?
I also want to know what role that "Dewey" played in the battle between the Demon Emperors? Was he an enemy or a friend?
Obviously, the status of "Dewey" is not very high, he just represents a certain force, otherwise he would not be so respectful to the Demon Emperor!
So, who is behind that force? What role did it play in the war?
Unfortunately, all this is now unknown!
I really wanted to ask Dewey next to me if he had anything to say, but I found that I couldn't.